❝Before the moon drowns beneath the majestic clouds and the last petal of the enchanted rose falls, the Beast must learn to love and be loved in return. However, if dawn breaks in your world by the time nightfall has descended, then he shall remain...
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❝ Just come a little bit closer. I don't if I know you yet. Yet it seems to be new something every day. Why do I only wanna hold you? Why do I want you so bad? Yeah, you're beautiful but something's in my way ❞ — Daniel Seavey, Cold in LA, Why Don't We
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C H A P T E R S I X
IT WASN'T SOMETHING Changmin had expected. The way his heart pounded so loud when he was pushed to the wall, stuck between Youngjae's arms, and maybe fluttered when his thumb brushed against the skin of his rosy cheeks.
Or how blood rushed up from his neck to his face as the boy whispered in his ear lowly.
How he dared to pat his head, mess his brown locks, think he can have his way with him. Make his leave with a smirk playing on those kissable lips the author deep down somewhat wished were on his, or maybe that's too much.
He could fantasize about it.
Maybe make the other kiss him then again that's wrong and so is having the thought of the wolf boy kissing him.
Changmin stands against the wall, surprised that he's still standing and did not melt right there, and then from the way his knees had turned jelly, how he was breathing hard from the sudden attack, how his heart hammered.
From the lingering burning sensation flowing through his face, from the way his eyes sparkled when their gazes met before dropping and meeting again almost intensely.
He swore his heart jumped out of his ribcage and lost the strength in his legs.
Changmin was not the one to be easily defeated and played like that. He sets his mind straight when he comes back to reality. Face burning at the previous thought of Youngjae kissing him, balling his fists.
"You've already fallen for me, stupid wolf boy!" And just like that, he pushes himself off of the wall, dashes towards the other, grabs his hand, turns him around.
He pins him against the wall, cheeks fuming, opening his mouth to speak. He gasps instead of being pushed to the wall again, startled.
Both hands either side of Changmin's shoulder, Youngjae raises a brow, his dark brown eyes piercing through the other's honey-caramel ones looking at his from one to another, unsteady, searching for something he doesn't know.
"If I've fallen in love with you, I would have made you mine already," Youngjae growls out the words, leans, whispering in his ear again, "simply like this," letting his lips ghost over Changmin's ear. He then attaches his lips to the side of his neck, brushing against the skin there. Changmin breathes in sharply and shuts his eyes feeling Youngjae's lips move, pressing light kisses there. He can't seem to move but only fist hands into the boy's shirt as he hears the pulse in his ears pound. He can't escape because he's curious about how the wolf boy would make him his. The thought he had earlier or the pleasure blooming all in the right places, sending chills through his skin. He's lost in his touches, forgets everything but comes back to his senses the moment he feels Youngjae bite his earlobe and much to his dismay whimpers.
